The sun was warm on the somber faces of ten year old twins, Holly and Steve. Their legs swung carelessly over the edge of the old rustic fence. Aunt Mary shuffled past with her black veil held tightly against her chin, barely noticing the children.

Steve’s voice was solemn and quiet. “Holly, do you remember when Grandpa fell in the river trying to reel in that big trout last summer?”

Holly laughed unexpectedly. “Yeah, my sides hurt from laughing when he was explaining to Mother how he got so wet.”

Uncle Peter hurried past with his weeping wife and two protesting young children tagging along behind. He glared at Holly and shook his head in disgust before hurrying up the drive. Steve and Holly tried to stifle their giggles as they watched the small family group approach the house.

Holly laughed again as she remembered. “We never did get to eat fish for supper that night.”

“Hi, Holly. Hi, Steve.”

The twins smiled and waved back to their cousin Gerald. His father grumbled and prodded Gerald in the direction of the house.

Quite a few relatives lived nearby and sometimes they walked the short distances between the farms and the community church. Visits weren’t common though. They were all busy with their own lives, their own farms.

Holly frowned. “Do you think Grandpa ever found out I was the one who hid his tobacco?”

Steve grinned at his sister. “Probably, he always said he had eyes in the back of his head.” Steve threw his head back and snorted, almost losing his balance in the process and sending them both into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

Mr. Snyder, the owner of the farm, which adjoined theirs, drove his rattling pickup truck in the direction of the open gate and stopped almost directly in front of Steve. “You children should have more respect for the dead. For Pete’s sake, I can hear you from my front door.” With that, he accelerated toward the grass area, where at least a dozen other vehicles of different shapes and sizes, were parked haphazardly.

The twins were silent for a few moments before Steve spoke again. “I don’t think Grandpa ever liked Mr. Snyder.”

Holly smiled, trying to smother another giggle. “Remember when Mr. Snyder let our cows out of the back field and Grandpa chased him with his shot gun?”

“Yeah, that was funny, especially since Grandpa had forgotten to buckle his belt before leaving the outhouse.”

The twins were continuing their banter when they noticed their father strolling up from the barn toward them. Work still needed to be done, even if Grandpa’s funeral was earlier that morning.

“Hey, what’s the joke, you two?”

“Holly and I were talking about Grandpa. Sorry Dad.”

“Dad,” Holly asked sadly. “Why is everyone mad at us?”

“Because, my sweet child, no one knew Grandpa like you both did...and like I did, for that matter. Even your mother could tell you a story or two.” He leaned up against the fence between the twins and nodded in the direction of the house. “Not one of these guests will miss Grandpa after today.”

“They didn’t really know him.”

“No Son, they didn’t.”

“That’s sad,” Holly concluded.

Their father looked up and scanned the fields. The children turned their heads to follow his gaze. “I remember when I was about your age,” he began. “Your Grandpa worked the farm completely on his own. One day, Mr. Snyder let his cows into our corn field. Your grandfather decided from that day on, he would get revenge. It was never anything serious. They both got over it soon enough. Grandpa’s funny antics were really something to witness.” He finished with a short, choked laugh and wiped his hand across his eyes.

Holly and Steve jumped down from the fence and walked hand-in-hand with their father back through the gate. The trio didn’t enter the house full of mourners. Instead, they headed for the corn field, which was now ready for harvest, and then on to the fields beyond; their laughter echoing across the farm.

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You've added humor to a somber situation. I enjoyed the fact that those who knew the grandpa could remember his life with joy. In light of this I like your title. Your list of fun memories brought a smile to me. Thanks!

I remember one funeral where the funeral director had to come in and ask the "mourners" to hold it down because they were laughing so much it was disturbing the rest of the people attending other wakes. Good story.

You make me want to remember everyone like this. Not for all the somber-sad-mourning sort of feel, but for the laughter the joy and memories that are so precious and dear! I loved the character of Holly-she was my favorite! Great job! ^_^

It also communicates a great message. It's tradition in my family to celebrate the life of a person who has gone home. We cry, yes, but we also laugh. I forget that so many people don't have this freedom.